transitions happening, almost on cue
changing so rapidly in all that we do
awareness of travelling the length of the infinite
time blurring, visions fleeting, nothing is definite

as if on a train, travelling at high speed
little sense of distance or the scenery that’s treed
on thru the forests and into the beyond
where are we going, where in this monde?

little time to recognize the changes that be
knowing simply we want to love and be free
transitioning into the form that can hold
all of our passions, both loving and bold

gagi        11/24/15

monde, “world” en français